Outsiders Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked her while demonstrating quotations marks at reveal and she looked at me in confusion "She's an outcast, a useless one at that and there's nothing more embarrassing than to be useless to the two races that you belong to and that is why nobody wanted her hence she is still single, without no husband or children..." she said firmly and I shook my head in disagreement because what she was saying was utterly untrue. "Oh it is true, ask her herself. The burden of being a useless being must be so hard on..." "Shut up!" I shouted and cut off what she was saying

“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Chapter 80 “We can make it past! We just need to run quickly. We'd make it,” the man with ali, who from his voice I can identify as Uriel, one of the old ranch hands, counters, himself also coughing heavily. But I know there is a fat chance of this. One foot into that inferno, and we will all be roasted alive.

“The border keeps outsiders out. You’re not pack. You can’t cross.” “I can with you,” he said. “You sure?” I asked. “You’ll have to hold my hand as we pass through, but your connection will get me in fine.”

However, I also had my own social status as a successful businessman and connections with socialite members from various important circles. I also stood up, looking at the old man calmly and utterly unfazed by his bluster. "You're a fool too, Mr. Thompson. Do you think that I, who am on the outside, not in prison like you, don't have the power to make you completely disappear?"

Natalia narrowed her eyes as she took a deep sniff trying to find a foreign scent. "Maybe, you are right," Jimmy sighed, not hearing the sound again. Natalia nodded, setting her hand on the banister. "After you?" Jimmy relaxed and started climbing the steps, slowly. "I feel like an outsider invading this place." "In a small way, we are outsiders. This is not my pack." Although the home was empty it still belonged to Quinn’s pack. "I know it is not. I was just thinking we are chasing ghosts." Jimmy sounded tired.

However, Charlie simply stared at the bodyguards before saying, “I still stand by my words. I am not selling my pebble. No matter what you do, I will not sell this pebble to you. What is mine is mine. No one in this world can ever take my belongings even if he is God.” “I will prove to you that I can take this away from you, then,” Mr. Quinton replied arrogantly. “Let me tell you something. I am God. You are just a nobody who has barked up the wrong tree. Are you sick of living?”

asked Sabrina, amused. "I just won’t let you treat me! So what if I have died? I will not accept any hand out, any condescending hand out! I don’t want to accept handouts without any dignity! I don’t want it. Do you understand? How would such a high and mighty wife of a rich man like you understand how it felt for us to be living in exile? How could you understand our difficulties? In your eyes, my brother and I are robbers and are lowly people whose death would not be mourned by others, aren’t we? Then, why do you still want to treat the wound on my foot? Are you treating me as a charity case? Do you pity me? I'm sorry! I, Isadora Yeatman, have dignity. I'd rather die than to accept your h

I’m about to say something when another voice cuts through the air. “You think you’re better than us, don’t you?” The words come from a woman standing near the back of the crowd. Her tone is venomous, like she’s daring me to respond. I want to. I want to say something back, something sharp and cutting, but the words get lost in my throat. “You’re just a nobody, just some outsider who’s gonna mess up everything for him.” Her eyes flicker to Trix, like he’s the one responsible for me even being here.

As we moved through the crowd, I overheard whispers around us, some of them subtle but unmistakably directed at me. "Such a beautiful girl," someone murmured, barely veiling the judgment in their tone. "But she’s only human." The comment stung, leaving a hollow ache in my chest. I was beginning to see how people perceived me here—an outsider, an anomaly, someone who didn’t quite belong in this refined, cold world. I heard someone nearby chuckle softly, and I couldn't help but smile. We were all human here, weren't we? Alessandro's grandfather, standing beside me, suddenly stiffened, and I glanced up to see him grinning proudly, introducing me to more guests.

“Should I take you to the hospital? Makakatayo ka ba?” The poor Rio lies on the ground, unable to speak as if he’s dead. I saw that he shook his head while panting, eyes are half-closed and droplets of sweat are formed on his temple. Both of them went speechless until a creaking sound broke the silence. We all turned at the old woman standing near the small gate guarding a seemingly abandoned house in the middle of some gigantic trees, looking at us cluelessly in her pair of black irises and fading eyebrows.